”Lao Bai, you know? "

Facing the problem of Lao Hu, Professor Bai nodded: "Strange to say, the patient's surface symptoms are somewhat similar to those of a cold and fever. He is depressed every day. His body temperature has been maintained at about 38 degrees with a low fever and loss of appetite. His normal life is not affected. At first, he thought it was ordinary flu, but after prescribing the medicine, he did not get better at all. Finally, he chose intravenous injection, but after three days of medicine, he still did not get better, which is why he found the problem."

"No improvement? Is there any disease or other symptoms?" Liu Lao frowned and hurriedly asked.

"There is no disease and no aggravation, which is very strange. Although there is a minor disease and pain, the patient can endure it, and the test has also been carried out. There is nothing special, just like the flu, not only us, but also most of the hospitals in the imperial capital. No one can cure him." Lao Bai shook his head. Speaking of this, he felt strange: "also, the patient said that every night, he dreams. For a month, his dream has directly become a series, and he can still remember it clearly."

"Mental problems?" Liu Lao said a guess.

"Lao Liu, we have guessed and checked the normal conjectures. There is no result and no clue. No matter who it is, no one can think of what it is." Lao Bai shook his head, very powerless: "so, this time, we will directly get it out at this exchange meeting. The small hair disease, which has been unable to be solved, has made our brains burn."

"It can make you helpless. This little problem is not at all small." Zeng Lao sighed and fell into a deep thought. Since the professors in the whole imperial capital were helpless, it meant that both traditional Chinese medicine and Western medicine had gone all over the country, and there was no result.

"So, let's see what advice these foreigners and Doctor Wu can have." Bai Lao sighed, "that is, these old miracle doctors have stopped fighting, otherwise, they would have found the old miracle doctor there."

Soon, the people in the whole hall began to communicate with each other. At the beginning of the exchange meeting, it was usually the experts who were familiar with each other or in various fields who spontaneously exchanged their experience with each other. After exchanging for a period of time, they would enter the time of questions and answers from all parties.

This time, almost all the doctors present began to exchange information about the patient at this time.

"Cough, I believe you already know one of the purposes of this exchange meeting." Seeing the very enthusiastic people talking, an Weijie took another look at Wu Lai, who was always eating there alone and occasionally in a daze. He picked up the microphone.

With his voice, the voice in the hall gradually decreased and looked at him.

"I'll just get to the point. We have invited this patient, Mr. Xiao, who has been troubled by illness for a whole month." With an Weijie's words, a man with a weak body came in. His feet were floating and his breathing was heavy. It could be seen that his physical condition was very bad.

Wu Lai raised his eyebrows and looked at Mr. Xiao, with a faint smile on his mouth. Just now he was thinking, I hope it's not boring. Now it seems that boredom can't get up.